Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Peter and Kerry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Index. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.